.me. eighteen.
i could tell you i'm gorgeous, intelligent, unique, and fun, but...
beauty is truly defined on the inside. intelligence is interpreted differently by everyone. we all claim uniqueness, causing us all to somehow be the same. and fun is only an adjective to describe how you felt at a certain time.
so, to be quite blunt and honest, i am a teenager.
i strive to be different. i sometimes fall but somehow gather enough strength to get back up. i dance to my own beat and sing my own heartsong. i am just me. plain and simple.
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does everything have to revolve around everyone else in my life?
I make all my decisions based on others, I think about the effects of every choice I make. but you can’t make everyone happy.
why the fuck can’t I do ONE THING to make ME happy, despite anyone else? WHY CAN’T SOMETHING MATTER TO ME? I catch hell for everything and I’m sick of it. just…FUCK.
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tumblr has always been my safe spot, somewhere I can say whatever I want and I won’t catch hell for it. there’s a reason I don’t give my tumblr to my friends.
so I don’t even know what to say right now to make myself feel better like spilling my thoughts on tumblr usually does. I am so angry and sad and nostalgic and lonely and just AHH all at the same time. I want to be alone without anyone yelling at me, talking to me, or expecting ANYTHING from me for just 10 minutes.
gahh…I need a blade.
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